I love the phrase, "It's complicated." You have a friend who wants to know about:
The messy relationship that you so don't want to talk about:
It's complicated.
The workload build-up because you decided to watch The Godfather movies or have a Star Wars marathon:
It's complicated.
The bruise you got from walking into a glass window that appeared to be an open doorway:
It's complicated.
The time your car died because you ignored the LOW GAS warning for the past 20 miles and you had to call AAA to save you:
It's complicated.
The globular state of the mac n' cheese because you forgot to put the milk in it:
It's complicated.
The fact that you're living in your parent's basement to save money:
It's complicated.
Why I'm writing this poem at 6:28 am:
It's complicated.
Via
Art communicates beauty. Via means "way" in Latin, and I believe we each have our own way to create. This blog celebrates unique mediums of expression.
"View from Above" poem about Mississippi River from flight window: FL to STL 4/2010
"View from Above" poem about the Mississippi River
I wish I could feel
the rocky banks that angle down to the squishy bottom.
The mix of steely rock
and soft mud,
Like a nutty chocolate pudding pie.
Slide down that bank
and create my own grooves-
my own path:
as I descend onto my belly and wiggle in the mushy mud pie floor.
Until I look up,
beckoned by the white light above me dancing on the water's surface.
Hear me St. Louis!
I wish I could feel
the rocky banks that angle down to the squishy bottom.
The mix of steely rock
and soft mud,
Like a nutty chocolate pudding pie.
Slide down that bank
and create my own grooves-
my own path:
as I descend onto my belly and wiggle in the mushy mud pie floor.
Until I look up,
beckoned by the white light above me dancing on the water's surface.
Hear me St. Louis!
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